77. The First Immortal Army (Part 3)

77. The First Immortal Army (Part 3)

The elf looked on in disbelief, his eyes still incredulous as he pondered over the words he had just heard. Russel was the one who broke the slight moment of silence with a slightly jealous expression.

“I won't lie, I am quite jealous, she was level 35 after that first attack, it was probably like an XP bonus stage for her. If I was there, I can confirm I would likely kill only one or two, if that, before getting absolutely annihilated.”

Roxanne gave a light giggle as she gestured towards Munro, her words filled with mirth.

“Russel, I think only Munro here and his men could get anywhere near Aurora’s level of success just based on their combat experience, and even then, they are not used to this sort of fighting unlike her.”

The last of the 3 random players looked at Roxanne with suspicion, his looks that of a human with the exception of his slightly angular ears indicative of a half-elf.

“Wait, I assume Astaria is Aurora right? Are you guys friends IRL? And how can she be used to fighting in Caelus already?”

Tyrell glanced over to Roxanne with an exasperated expression.

“Nirvana, I thought you were supposed to be good at information, surely you should remember gamer 101: don't use people's real names online?”

Roxanne gave a sheepish smile as she glanced over to Tyrell and then the three random guild members.

“Whoopsie, I hope you boys will keep my little slip-up secret, right?”

The faces of the three showed a hint of eagerness seeing Roxanne’s flirtatious tone, causing Munro to give one of his men a shared grim look. Tyrell supposed the look was due to seeing the lack of discipline their new subordinates held, especially when a beautiful fox girl was being flirtatious.

Tyrell subtly rolled his eyes seeing how Roxanne was acting, pulling out his waterskin and taking a sip before answering the half-elf player whose name tag of Kalvaris hovered above his head.

“In answer to your question, yes, yes, and time travel back from after the apocalypse. You should have seen her take on the goblin raid boss, she was practically toying with it.”

Tyrell enjoyed seeing the wide mix of expressions appearing on the faces of his conversation partners, letting his signature amused smirk play on his face as he checked the time.

Just everything was so realistic.

When he first logged in, everything felt similar to the development in games when the next generation of consoles had been released back in 2013, like going from 1080p to 4k.

The immersive realism was truly mind blowing, at least until their group had first met up and the nature of the game had been brought into question.

He had spared himself some time to speak to the various people around the market as he set about his own business. And that was what had shattered any illusion of the game being normal.

He had spent extra time with a couple of the locals who seemed more inclined to talk about themselves, trying to discern any holes in their stories. He felt more like the local feds than some god sent warrior here to do god knows what. But what else could he do? Just accept whatever was thrown at him without checking things himself?

He ain’t no blind fool.

But as he sat, he focused on the noise of the bugs, trying to discern any patterns to the distinct noise of a bug that sounded like a cricket on helium. And he had no luck. None at all.

And that meant that if this was just a game, either their pods or headsets, or the servers themselves would need to process the data for what was likely thousands of bugs around him, along with all of the players and their placed possessions, and what was probably hundreds of miles of terrain around them.

There was no way their headsets were able to do that in the detail he could see, and it would be a very far stretch for the pods, and for this to be all done server side and have the data sent through the network, there would at the very least be some latency, frame drops or freezing, but there was absolutely nothing.

And it was revisiting this realisation that helped him once again reaffirm the fact that Aurora had been gender swapped, that Caelus was another world, that she could now just create ice to put in the rum and coke she poured last night without having to get up and go to an ice bucket.

Yeah, he had decided. He was going to learn some magic from Aurora, after seeing how casually she had been using it to do small things, lighting a joint, getting a bottle out of reach to fly into her hand, and making ice, there was no way he wasn’t going to learn that sort of thing now.

And maybe, with the slightest possibility, he would no longer have a need for lighters that people would steal within 5 minutes of its first use.

God bless.

But for now, he was feeling a little restless, so he stood up to look around the camp for anyone who might be interested in a light bit of sparring. After all, Aurora had told them all to practice whenever the opportunity arose, and a casual dance by the fire with hammers and swords would not hurt.